This weeks SUYL topic is how did you share your good news about bring pregnant to your husband/family/friends.
If you know us well, you know what all we went through to get Miss "V". Two failed IVF's and 4 years of shots, meds, and raging hormones.
On Oct. 8, 2009 (Thursday), I had the FET (fetal embryo transfer) to put 2 embryo's in and hoped they would stick. We would have the blood test to test HCG levels on Sat. morning. I took off work to just let them work their magic and I stayed in bed for 5 days ( I put myself on bed rest). I went back to work on that Tuesday and all day long I kept telling my aide that I just didn't feel right. My side was hurting (down low). I tried not to think too much of it because it was just going to mean another disappointment. On the way home, I stopped off at the store to get a few things and decided to pick up a pregnancy test just to see. I had always taken tests after each IVF (though I never told Artie I did). I had to be a little prepared for the answer. So, I always kind of knew before I got the results back...hoping the answer would change.
I got home from the store and put all the things away and decided to take a test just to see. I knew it was going to be negative because it always was. I no longer had put that stick on the counter when this popped up!
I PANICKED!!!! Where was the word NOT on the stick. I lost my ever lovin' mind. Of course, this was going to be the day that Artie was not going to be home until late. I called my mother in a nearly crying voice to ask her if you can get a false positive. Of course, she had a million questions. One being "Why are you taking a test...your blood test is not until Sat." I finally got off the phone with her and called Winonah my sister in law who is a nurse. She told he what I needed to hear..."You can never have a false positive...one a false negative." Now I was freaking out. Not that this isn't want I wanted...it just has never turned out the way we wanted. I still had doubts that it was true (do you blame me??). I hit the local CVS and bought 4 more tests. All positive. I then get the hair brained idea that I need to call my fertility dr. and see what in the world I am suppose to do with this information. Nicki - who is one of the nurses at CAR ( my fertility home away from home) just started laughing at me over the phone. She said, "Now you know you are not suppose to do that already." I said, "Too bad...damage has already been done. Now what do I do with this information?" Nothing...do nothing until Sat. when we confirm. YIKES. If you know me at all, I hate surprises, hate to keep good news a secret (especially one like this) and just have a problem telling all my info. So this must be kept a secret until confirmed....FINE!!!
But, Artie does get to know. I tried to think of the best way to do it. With him coming home soon...I didn't have a lot of options. I decided to put all the tests on his dresser (don't worry I made sure all areas were sanitized before, during and after). He finally came home from Marshall and headed strait to the bedroom for his dresser to unload his pockets. I stayed in the living room to not give anything away. He yells in the other room at me, "What are all of these?" I told him they were mine and his face just melted. The biggest smile came over his face and he said, "I knew it was gonna work." We hugged and I was already a basket case so I started crying (again). I had to recap the whole crazy story for him that evening.
I went back to work the whole week and never said a word. I knew the nurse was right...just wait.
Sat. 9:15 AM - went to dr. to confirm with blood test. Of course their machine was broken, so they didn't call us until the afternoon. I know so many of you were waiting for that call. I am so glad we could share that moment with you.
**Found out that hurting in my side was Miss "V" implanting herself for the 9 month ride!
So there is the truth...I did know a little before the blood test that Sat. Don't be mad at me. I did want to make sure before we told everyone! Man...that was a LONG week.
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